"You hated me before and we became friends."
Have I lost you forever?
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I've got no claim on you now. Every figment makes a whole in the end. Does each piece grow until it boils over the surface of reality? Then, we continue once more with a fresh plate or does each figment stay as is and plus together adding over time to make that complete. This complete whole is our final state of sanity or insanity.
What is going on?
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